Musings on the glamorous life of a historical and contemporary romance author.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Honorable Officer - Excerpt #3 (TOMORROW, Y'ALL!)

He was sure they
would win this battle and overwhelm the town’s medieval defenses. Modern
cannons trumped stone walls rather easily. Pitifully easy: pitiful for the
residents of the city, most of whom probably didn’t care at all which king
ruled over them as long as they could plant their fields when the frosts ended.
They—and his soldiers—were surely as eager as he to end the winter’s campaigns
and return home.

Jean-Louis heard the
soldier standing guard confront a man. A courier, a tall adolescent with a
floppy hat, came into the tent and bowed low. Jean-Louis nodded.

The courier’s voice
squeaked in excitement. “There’s a lady coming to see you, Monsieur le Colonel.”

A lady? Jean-Louis
scowled, which sent a flicker of fear across the boy’s face. Wars had hinged on
kidnappings and ransoms before. He wondered if his family would pay his ransom
if this was a trap. His father would. His late wife’s parents were as rich as
Croesus, but they wouldn’t want him back. “What sort of lady?”

“Not the, ah…mistress
type, I would say. Sort of clumsy, in an ugly dress. Someone’s servant? She
didn’t sound like a servant. At least that’s what Jouvet said. He spoke with
her and is riding next to her carriage with her outrider.” The boy shrugged,
then froze, as if he had been warned about the insolence of shrugging when
speaking to officers.

“And her name?”
demanded Jean-Louis.

“She would not give
it, mon colonel. Jouvet took pity on her and did not press for it. She
said she is from your wife’s family.”

“What do they want
with me?” Jean-Louis nearly laughed at the thought of anyone from his late wife’s
family wishing to see him, especially at any risk to themselves. “Was it about
my daughter?”

“That was the whole
message, Monsieur le Colonel. Jouvet said she seems to be blind?” The
courier didn’t appear to believe it.

Jean-Louis dismissed
the boy with a flick of his hand and a scowl. From his wife’s family? He couldn’t
make it out—barely had space for it in his thoughts—but figured he would see in
a minute.